It was "one of those days" at work. Boring and slow for three hours. And then, wham! Bam! Ka-phlooey! In the midst of the frenzied
The whole drive home, I was thinking of how Gary wasn't there to TALK TO about it. I told myself that I shouldn't regale Maggie with all the gory details. After all, she had to listen to way more than she bargained for when I arrived home from work on Thursday. But I couldn't help spilling it all onto Maggie. And then Katie came over to visit, and I rehashed some of it.
Gary comes home from work and often has to spill his day too.
This seems like a normal thing. But what happens if you go home and there's nobody there to TELL? Does it sit and eat away at your insides? Do you phone a friend or your mom? Do you tell the dog?